abraxaslogs | [ OPEN ] an informal event.

Who: the summoned of cadens
When: beginning of february
Where: the sarstina inn and tavern
What: sam is hitting two birds with one stone - his February (or whatever February means in abraxas time) family dinner AND a kind of new-summoned-social event. he even had hilda help spread the word!
Warnings: will update if needed!

THE DINNER

As per Hilda's invitation, if any of the Summoned come by Sarstina's that evening, they will find it set up a little differently than it's normal tavern sprawl. There is a large long table set up near the bar that has plenty of food spread out across it - which appears to look very southern-inspired in its intention, limited only by the kinds of ingredients a certain Sam Wilson can get his hands on. Behind the bar is Mag, who will serve whoever it is that comes up to ask for a drink - it appears someone is covering the tab tonight.

There are various tables and chairs set up around the place, as well as a stage on the corner for some live music from one of their very own later in the evening. The vibes is definitely low-key and casual - come get an ale, come eat some food, and if you're a new face there is a very good chance you'll end up (gently and in the most friendly way) cornered by either Sam, Hilda, or one of the other Summoned here to help answer questions and give a bit more background on what the hell is going on and also let you know about Mag's whole deal. Aka, if you're looking for a room until you're a little more on your feet, you are welcome here. Room and board in exchange for work. Not a big gig, right?

And if being social isn't your vibe, Sam's kind of betting on the fact there aren't many here who would turn down free food and drinks. And believe him - the food is pretty damn good.

OOC INFO

- this is a totally open post! I've got a TL below for various scenarios you can find Sam, but otherwise have fun, meet some people, put up a TL of your own! there are various places to run into people in the tavern, and if you find someone who is willing to help you into the Horizon, Sam's been letting people know they can use his room upstairs.

- Sam's only Rule is there will be no fighting. You want to duke it out? Take it somewhere else. There will not be warnings or second chances. Don't be an ass. He has lived in this Inn since he first got here and considers this his home, and if ANYONE is seen giving Mag a hard time, he will not hesitate. He's not afraid of squaring up, but you will not be invited back if you cause too many issues. :)

- this is open to any and all Summoned in Cadens, no matter loyalties or factions. Sam is going to be going overboard to be welcoming, especially to new faces. Even if your character didn't see the big invitation, feel free to have them invited by word of mouth.

- Mag is an NPC who you can read a little more about in the NPC section of the Cadens setting page. Feel free to have her come in and out of your tags as needed!

- any questions? message me at disarmingly

THE INN

Magmara (or Mag) has run the inn for years and has been a familiar face in that neighborhood as a woman who always made ends meet, almost in spite of the way she took care of her friends and neighbors above all else. Most weren't always sure how she managed to run the place on her own, but she made due, though she always seemed a bit overwhelmed and exhausted. When the Summoned arrived in the Cadens through that first portal, Sam managed to stumble in and make quick friends with Mag. In exchange for manual labor, fixing up and cleaning up the inn, as well as whatever other various tasks Mag needed to be done around, Sam would be given free room and board (a deal she now offers to any Summoned that arrives in the city for as long as they need it).

The inn itself is 4 floors tall, with the top three floors making up the 15 or so rooms (around five rooms per floor), and the entire bottom floor reserved for the restaurant area. The tavern makes up the entire first floor and is a large open floorplan, with a small stage in the corner, a walled-off area for the decently sized kitchen, and a large wooden bar where Mag does all her business for both the inn and tavern (where can almost always be found standing behind). It serves drinks of some variety (though not nearly as large a selection as some of the more well-known taverns) and some food (usually a single, large meal that will be served to the tenants and whoever comes in throughout the night for a moderate price). It can be busy some evenings, but in general tends to keep a more 'dive-bar' kind of feel, filled with more locals and regulars than a casual dinner-going crowd.

The rooms themselves vary from fairly simple, single-bed inn-style rooms with a small bathroom and little else, up to a two 'bedroom' suite style with small kitchenettes and spaces for sitting rooms. Each bedroom has its own small bathroom for the tenants, with cleaning, washing, and chores left to those who live there. What used to be more of a working inn now serves as a kind of boarding house for newly arrived Summoned (or simply those who won't leave), and Mag has found herself quite okay with that.

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No calling you Lenny, got it.

( easy to understand and easy to follow. matt switches his cane from one hand to the other so he can extend it out in len's direction for a handshake. )

Matthew Murdock. And I think I'm going on about six months now. And that's one of the shorter times here, I think. Some people are hitting a year and then some.

[ Len meets that shake halfway, gaze flicking swiftly to the cane, then to Matthew's face. The disability assistance isn't unfamiliar to him - a couple of the older folks in Goodsprings started getting cataracts and Doc Mitchell helped them out with a little craftiness and some lightweight, tooled wood - but his hands are those of a working man. Callused, experienced. Not the same distinct roughness of a regular gun handler, but something else. ]

Ran into somebody who's been here for two years, and I gotta say, that ain't exactly great news.

[ Len's grip is firm but warm before releasing Matthew's, giving him a more speculative once-over out of curiosity before adding: ]

Whereabouts are you from? Before this place, I mean.

Yeah, it's — yeah.

( that's about all he has to say about it. he can't even imagine being here for two years but considering he's already been here six months, he knows it's possible. )

New York. Hell's Kitchen, specifically. You know it?

( or was it one of those things that wasn't present in his world? hard to ell with all the diversity here. )

Heard of New York. East coast, right?

[ Once, a long while ago, Len got a good look at a map of the United States of America before it was torn asunder. Always wanted to make his way across the middle of the continent to see what it was like on the other side, but now he's fairly certain that isn't even remotely in the cards. ]

'Fraid I don't know much else about it. As I'm startin' to figure out, my version of the world is a whole lot different from most people's.

Well, that's not too uncommon, worlds being different. But yeah, east coast. Northeast coast, really.

( he's curious though, now. )

What's your world like?

It was the United States at one point, a little over two-hundred years ago. Old world government got into a nuclear conflict with another country and they pretty much wiped most major cities off the map.

[ Worlds being different seems to be the norm here, certainly. It's definitely not the norm where Len comes from, so this is a learning curve he's just going to have to keep throwing himself into. It's reassuring to hear that New York is at least in approximately the same place. It also means that Matthew should probably (hopefully) recognize any significant locations he rattles off. He continues with a leisurely, explanatory drawl: ]

I'm from around Santa Fe, in what used to be New Mexico. Been doing most of my work around the New Vegas Strip. Desert ain't changed much, from what I can tell, but the fallout's still pretty bad just about everywhere. We still get radiation storms and the like. Wasteland's crawling with raiders and monsters and the local politics are something of a shitshow at the fuck factory.

[ A beat, followed by a huffed laugh. ]

...If I'm bein' honest, the Free Cities are a little akin to home in that regard.

That doesn't — surprise me, the nuclear conflict. People never could get along and they would always find ways to annihilate each other.

( nuclear war is a little extreme but then again, he'd been in new york during an alien invasion that decimated the city. it's not out of the realm of possibility. )

I haven't really seen the monsters and such that people say are out there. I know they are, I believe them but haven't gone on that kind of trip. Might be interesting to explore one day.

[ Something about the delivery of that line sounds insincere, like it's too wistful, too wishful. An excuse could certainly be made for not wandering out into the wastes with a clear and present disability, but he's been here for half a year now. It's nothing to sneeze at. How easy is it, really, for folk to settle into this new life? ]

Don't tell me you sit around all day twiddling your pretty thumbs.

[ Doesn't seem like the type, from Len's admittedly cursory overview. ]

What d'you do here? And what'd you do back home, I suppose?

Pretty?

( he laughs, lifting his thumbs and giving them a little wiggle before he shrugs. )

Back home I was an attorney. Here, I guess...I'm still kind of an attorney though more unofficial. I've been helping ou with the Libertas refugees. There was a big explosion in their city awhile ago and I've been trying to help them find places to live.

[ Len wrinkles his brow, not that it's evident to the blind guy, because it takes him a moment to try and identify what an attorney might be. He's read the word somewhere before, once, maybe in one of those old world books in Arcade's tent. Latin phrases. Legal cases. Ipso facto, a lawyer.

He understands what that is in theory, but the notion of a court system is a foreign one. Judgment isn't doled out in his world with formal proceedings and the assumption that one is innocent until proven guilty. The Mojave is, quite literally, the wild west. ]

Pro bono publico.

[ Len says in understanding, and he's absolutely certain that Arcade would enjoy some kind of academic discourse with Matthew Murdock. ]

Mighty nice of you. Where's Libertas in relation to here, if you don't mind my askin'?

South, I think. I've been there before, to try and help after the bombing but I couldn't really tell you what it looks like and all.

( he shrugs sheepishly. )

Though, I'm sure it looks like crap in comparison to before it was bombed. But, I'm sure if you ask Thorne, they'll say it was for a good reason.

( he disagrees but it's not like he's going to go convincing anyone of that anytime soon. )

Great. Glad I've gone from one fucked up socio-political conflict to another.

[ Len says breezily, a sigh of resignation in his voice. What was that Mr. New Vegas always used to say? Mojave, mo' problems. ]

I assume that's why the militia here is all keen on recruitment. What's their success rate getting Summoned to join up?

I don't think it's very good. As far as I'm aware, the Summoned kind of do their own thing at least in the Free Cities. I've got some friends in Solvunn but they don't have near the military presence that we do.

( it was all old gods and strange farmland over there. and escaping animals. )

I'm guessing that if it ever comes down to a war, the Free Cities will have the military might but they don't have some things that Solvunn and Thorne have.

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